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Slim Dusty( David Gordon Kirkpatrick )
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King of Kalgoorlie
One night I was strollin' the time seemed to drag I paused for a drink from the bronze water bag That old Paddy Hannan holds out all the while And I'll swear that he slipped me a wink and a smile
Born on the breeze came the throb of the mines And up in the city the mid nightly chimes And the ghosts of the past and Paddy and I Delved in the realms of the days long gone by
From all the world over adventurers came To gamble their lives on the Nullarbor plain They'd fight and they'd laugh they'd love and they'd live And they'd die as they saw what the earth had to give
For how many times has the story been told On the fields they all knew there are two kinds of gold There's the gold that men die for and struggle and strive And the gold we call water that keeps men alive
We can only imagine their perils and fears The hardships the heartaches their triumphs and tears Dame fortune was fickle while many she spurned Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com She smiled upon others, some never returned.
Today, there are younger strong hands at the reins But the gallant old prospector always remains He's there in the sunset the trees and the dust His spirit is ours in his land our trust
Oh, he's there sure enough in the big school of mines In the books in the children those brave little vines For the soul does not die as it passes the years And what braver men than the old pioneers
So, old Paddy Hannan sits there on his throne And dreams of the past and the days he had known The clothes that he wears are not much for style But who cares for that on the old golden mile.
Yes old Paddy Hannan in sunshine or rain Dwells in the street which carries his name His majesty watches out there all alone The King of Kalgoorlie on his street corner throne.
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